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Post by dictatorofengland on Jun 6, 2011 9:18:35 GMT -8
My secondary school History teacher/year 11 head of year.
The bitch hated me and I don't know why. I was very shy and quiet at school and she was always very snide and snarky when talking to me. This teacher would over-punish me when I made a minor slip up (handing my homework in late = severe hour long detention with the deputy head when usually that meant like ten minutes after school. The bitchy girls would act up in class and get off scott-free) and also told me that it was my own fault that I was bullied by the class...because I "isolate myself" (read: sit far away from people who are already bullying me and who flick paper and ink if I am near enough!).
The last thing she did was write me a bad refrence for my 6th form college, saying that I struggle academically (I was getting top grades!) and that I probably couldn't handle the course (which was fairly standard A levels!). I had to defend myself in my interview and claim that I strongly disagreed with the reference and had no idea why she wrote that. Luckily the teacher interviewing me ended up as one of my teachers there and she saw I was one of the most capable students in the class.
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Post by MeghanJH on Jun 6, 2011 11:40:31 GMT -8
meghanjh.blogspot.com/2011/06/traits-i-think-teacher-should-never.htmlThis is Part 1 of a blog project I am working on. Basically what I am doing is compiling a list of traits/teaching styles that I think good teachers should never have. I am going to talk about each trait/teaching style in its own blog post and once I finish the list I will make a blog post describing how those negative traits/teaching styles effect student's and their learning. I will also do a similar thing for positive traits/teaching styles that I think good teachers should have. So far the negative trait/teaching style list goes like this 1. Lack of enthusiasm for teaching/the subject 2. Teaching strictly by the book 3. Talking down to students 4. Using only one teaching style and never changing it 5. Not telling students how to improve 6. Not taking advice from other teachers 7. Ignoring student's need (especially in the case of students with ADHD and other learning disabilities) If you have anything else you would like me to add to the list feel free to tell me. I was also wondering if I could have the permission of the users who posted in this thread to use their posts as examples of bad teachers who have the traits/teaching styles I will be discussing in my blog posts.
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Post by Mikashi on Jun 6, 2011 15:47:14 GMT -8
Not to many teachers that I've disliked, but here we go:
12th Grade, Physics teacher Mr. P--oh god, he was a douchebag. First of all, he would never call me by my name, ever, it was always "Miss L", I've called him out on that several times, and he always claimed that he liked "Miss L" better. FUCK YOU. Not to mention that he just wasn't good at his job--i.e.--explaining things, he was terrible at it. Oh, and he always kept trying to get students to switch to the AP course, for the other teacher, but I have a feeling that he just didn't want to work as much, such a lazy ass. Oh, and when I dropped the class, and gave him the sheet to sign, he seemed "upset" and when I told him that I may look at some physics-related books if I felt like it, he pretty much rolled his eyes, and went "Psh. Yeah, okay." FUCK YOU. Then, the next day, when I brought back my Physics Booklet and whatnot, he states all condescendingly, "Ooh, aren't you a sweetie." AGAIN, FUCK YOU, YOU ASSHOLE.
Math B Teacher, Mrs. E -- Now, she was a nice person and all, but she just didn't explain things very well, and just expected us to get it. No, especially for people like me who suck at math. Not to mention that she would always give us sample questions that were from previous Regents exams, and told us we had to do better each and every time. How do you expect us to do that when you don't explain things very well? AUUGGHHH.
No other teacher bothered me, really, I will state though that my Economics/Government Teacher was kind of off, then after I graduate, I hear he had a "fling" with a high school girl, but I really don't know much about it.
Trying to think of more teachers, but really, none come to mind.
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Post by pandora on Jun 6, 2011 18:50:11 GMT -8
Ginger Cain. ....The fucking bane of my existence this last semester.
Ever had one of those teachers that acted like their class was the center of the universe and screw any other classes you had? Or just acted like their class was the only one you had?
Well, this woman was more like, my-class-is-the-center-of-the-universe-screw-everything-else-in-your-life! There was a girl in the class who was stuck in the hospital having seizures, and Ginger Cain wouldn't even excuse her for that. Wouldn't work with her at all. Nothing. Failed her outright.
Now, because I had a requirement for my actor training, and that was to tech a show (I did wardrobe) I would miss some of the classes because I had to be at the theatre working tech while the shows were being performed. I tried to tell her this, to arrange something for making up work, and she refused to budge with me too, and then she insulted my acting program. To my face. She insulted the teachers of the program too.
I went on ratemyprofessor.com, and went to her page with the intention of leaving a shitty review for a shitty teacher, but I noticed that all the bad reviews she had (and they were numerous) had been deleted. Probably by her.
It didn't help that I felt like a second-grader whenever i walked into her class. She would talk to us like we were children. Asking us if we ate breakfast and to share with the class what we had. Telling us that water will stop us from getting cancer and shit. Um, yes, water is healthy for you on a cellular level and can help your immune system, but drinking water does not mean that you won't get cancer.
It was supposed to be a swing class, but we were doing the frikkin' electric slide for a warmup. Her entire class was a warmup to my jazz class warmup. But then again, my Jazz Dance teacher has been dancing for 61 years and ACTUALLY KNOWS WHAT SHE'S DOING. As in, she's actually been a professional dancer. Ginger Cain...ugh, she's the fucking dance teacher and she says that she finds ballet complicated and difficult and has to stop and watch other people when she's in a ballet class so she can get it right. ....And she teaches a ballet class. She's a fucking JOKE.
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Post by Darth Sariah on Jun 7, 2011 0:57:02 GMT -8
Yeah, Meghan. You can use my example.
College Teacher time.
I don't even remember your name but you ma'am pissed me the hell off the entire time i was in your class. Your teaching style was that of fucking elementary school in a college course. I can understand a break from curriculum, allowing a bit of socialization would be awesome and while I am not big on group projects it is fine to be handing them out like once or twice in the semester. I'd be fine with that. You however went overboard with your superfluous crap and little extra fun papers that it did nothing to teach the lesson much less flat out annoy me. Furthermore was your hard slant on feminism that dotted each lesson. Yes, it's good that this is emphasized because less know the achievements of women opposed to men but guess what? Men did some pretty hardcore things in history as well. Why emphasize one over the other? Why not say "In 18xx this and this happened when this guy X did Y. Women also achieved some major accomplishments when Ms. Z did A."
Is that really so hard? Is your whole curriculum going to fall apart at the seams if you don't emphasize every major achievement of woman-kind in large bold printed flowery letters? What if we didn't change seats on your whims? What if we don't even care to socialize like you force us to do? This is college. Not elementary school. Wise up. Lesson, discussion, questions, homework, and important dates. I have had a chip on my shoulder about you the entire semester and everybody knew it. Unfortunately my unique circumstance forbade me from taking a transfer so I got stuck with you.
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Post by Alastor on Jun 7, 2011 3:38:18 GMT -8
Oh god, my teacher from last year. She refused to meet with anyone but my mom when I was at that school since I needed flexibility, wouldn't cut me slack when I was sick or when I found out my uncle was getting treatment for his cancer and I was stressed over this and asked if I could take a week or two break, and was generally a bitch who also fucked my grades over when she found out I was transfering since I couldn't keep up. The result? I'm basically retaking the year.
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Post by My Name Is Potato [Frees] on Jun 11, 2011 21:51:11 GMT -8
My PE teacher this past year was awful. He was a total Jerk Jock type and was super athletic, and didn't get that very few of his students were as physically fit as him. His average warmup exceeded the state standards for basically everything and was more difficult than most of the other classes' entire workouts. One time, he made us run half a mile in the rain, go into the smallest room in the gym (the one with the weight machines), and then do 10 jumpin jacks, 20 pushups, 40 crunches, 10 burpees (frog squat, kick legs out to pushup position, kick back to frog squat, jump into air), and 25 star squats (frog position, jump high into the air, immediately return to frog position). He frequently made fun of, taunted, and argued with students when they messed up--for example, I did a modified pushup incorrectly because my knee had recently been injured and he told me I looked like a horse drinking water.
My chemistry teacher this past year would take absolutely anything you had that wasn't related to chemistry. If she so much as saw your phone, it was hers. This included if it was off and in your backpack.
My school's choir teacher, who also directs the musicals, is a wonderful and warm and motherly and friendly person, and plays favorites the likes of which you've never seen. Her daughter graduated this year, but for the past 4 years, guess who got all the musical leads, all the solos, all the top scholarships, and the front and center positions at all the concerts? Why, her daughter and her daughter's best friend, whose family does 99% of the volunteering for the choir program! And of course, the best friend's younger sister got into the top choir right after freshman year, despite there being several amazing juniors trying out. But to make sure the juniors understood why they didn't get in, she sent them an e-mail telling them she wanted to explain to them personally that they didn't get in because their pitch was off and they couldn't hold their part. Yes, it was the same e-mail with the same reasons to each junior. These juniors included my sister, who learned and held her part in a 6-part song in two hours before a competition and passed every part test on the first try. But of course they couldn't hold their part! How could they, when she assigned them all to the parts they were weakest at for the fucking auditions? Seriously, she assigned my sister, who had sung Alto 1 for the past 2 years, to the Soprano 2 part and her friend Megan, who had sung Soprano 1 the entire time, to the Alto 1 part. Oh, and this year, 2 freshmen, one of whom hadn't even been in choir, got into the top choir instead of a junior with an amazing voice and a very strong musical background, including 3 years of choir at the high school. It would have been 3 freshmen if my friend Caitlin hadn't quit because she hated the teacher so much. She also seriously underestimates how much the choir people from my middle school can do. Among other things, we have performed an a capella song perfectly that one of the upper choirs attempted and could not do (and yes, it was the exact same arrangement). In my 8th grade year, we performed Carol of the Bells (which she only lets the very top choir do) without a conductor and (in rehearsals) with our eyes closed, and Exultate Justi, which is an extremely difficult Latin a capella piece.
My fifth grade science teacher once yelled at me for not knowing what reservoir our town's water came from. Then he yelled at me again when I asked how to spell the name of the reservoir. Other than that, he was pretty cool. When we were learning about phase changes of matter and chemical and physical reactions, he baked us cookies, made Snot (that stuff that acts like both a liquid and a solid), and set things on fire, all to demonstrate the concepts we were learning about.
A teacher I haven't had yet but will have next year for English is apparently awful. Besides being an ungodly tough grader and giving out tons of homework, she's extremely irresponsible. One of my friends had her this year and missed a day of class where they wrote the first draft of an essay. She came in at lunch every day after that to try to make it up and repeatedly e-mailed the teacher asking to make it up, and the teacher still didn't give her the instructions. She ended up having to write 7 drafts of the essay the night before it was due because the teacher wouldn't work with her.
A teacher at my school that I never had and with any luck never will once caught a kid texting his friend in class. She took his phone and, instead of putting it away, started sexting the friend while pretending to be the kid. I have no idea how she still has a job.
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Post by Corporal Flashback on Jun 15, 2011 2:08:05 GMT -8
My head of year was horrible and got sacked for making racial remarks about black and Arab students and a teacher. In assembly he commented on the "irony" of having a black man as head of behaviour management and suggested that black students had a behaviour problem and needed someone on their own level to talk to them, and he used to make a point of ignoring black students in the summer because he was wearing sunglasses and "couldn't see them". Another time he smashed someone's phone in assembly and he hide our college applications in the office so we'd stay at the sixth form instead of leaving. I had him for the careers unit in PSHE and he told one girl she was an idiot and better to stay pretty and become a stripper. She was thirteen. To this day I don't know if he was nice to me because I'm white or because I'm smart and kept my head down, but Sam did the same but he was mixed race and he got treated like crap.
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Post by neoeevee on Jun 24, 2011 20:32:55 GMT -8
I guess I'm lucky. I haven't had bad teachers so much as incompetent ones; and mostly because of a general lack of experience.
The first was in my 8th grade year. He was a very new teacher, it was his first year teaching, and he had a class full of middle schoolers who were very loud and generally out of control. Me, I learned my lesson after my first write-up (for making a comment about underwear gnomes stealing my vocab workbook - seems petty, but it was my third strike in regards to outbursts), but no one else seemed particularly interested. I guess it was more the class than good ol' Mr. E, and he was honestly pretty fun and relaxed, but it was when he had to try and control the class that you could tell he was new to the whole deal.
My art teacher for the past two years, Mrs. J - She's a good artist, and she's incredibly nice and helpful, if a little scatterbrained, but she's got the same issues with discipline Mr. E had. I can understand not wanting to squish kids' creative spirit (even if most of them are just doing it for the easy grade - and it's painfully obvious they are doing so and it makes me RAGE) but there's a difference between that and upholding the most basic of school rules (hi, Ms. Girl-who-has-her-phone-playing-music-right-in-the-middle-of-class) or doling out punishment when it's deserved (leaving class right in front of Mrs. J immediately after she told you not to; also the guy who set a pastel stick on fire in the Shrinky-Dink toaster oven and somehow wormed his way out of detention)
... *sigh*
I have no idea why this pisses me off so much. But it does.
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Post by annabellamy on Jul 4, 2011 9:05:28 GMT -8
My IB Biology teacher. Doctor (FUCKING) Seveno. I don't give a fuck about naming or whatever, I want to warn anybody who end up under her wrath at CTKSFC about this bitch. She tried too hard- to the point where she was trying to try- to be friendly with us, she shouted at us when it was not needed, she made US look like the bad guys, and so many other things. Her two worst offending bitchfits?
1. What would ANY good teacher do if a student was staring absently/sadly out of the window? a) ask what's wrong, interrupting the stare b) do nothing or c) do nothing, but at the end of the lesson hold the student back for a few minutes to talk.
And the answer is c). Dr Seveno didn't know this, or she did know it but wouldn't exercise it. Instead, while I was doing the above, she screamed "HANNAH! PAY ATTENTION AND WRITE SOMETHING DOWN!" Me (in shock): Huh? *picks up a pen and pretends to write, very confused and even more depressed than before*
2. The first day after spring half-term (around the start of March), she told us that she had sent a few of us (me included) e-mails about our coursework, telling us exactly what we needed to do to get higher grades. Nothing bad about that, right? Well, it turns out that she wanted everything done BY THE END OF THAT SAME DAY. And guess who got the longest e-mail while everyone else got two sentences saying that they had to meet her at break? ME. I got a fucking essay about EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF COURSEWORK. A DETAILED FUCKING ESSAY ABOUT IT. DUE BY THE END OF THE DAY. My darling English teachers (again, I don't give a fuck about naming because these two were absolute darlings) Mr Henshaw and Miss Sanovic were willing to give up their lesson (Sanovic) and workshop (Henshaw) so that we could do our Biology. Dr Seveno wouldn't even give us our folders until break because she had a lesson (she did) BUT IT WOULD HAVE TAKEN 30 SECONDS TO GIVE US OUR FOLDERS, HER CLASS WERE STILL ARRIVING, AND SHE HAD ALREADY WRITTEN WHAT WE NEEDED TO DO TO IMPROVE THEM ON THE ACTUAL WORK!
And guess what? I had a fucking panic attack because of how much she expected me to do! And you know what she said when she saw me hyperventilating and clinging onto Mr Henshaw for support? "She's faking it." Yes. I was faking panic and drove myself to nearly have an asthma attack just to make you look bad.
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Post by Wreather on Jul 18, 2011 6:28:43 GMT -8
Ugh, last year's math teacher. He explained things WAY too fast. No one would understand the lesson because of him. Also, he'd always lie about what was coming in tests because he was scared of the class' protests. He'd say only chapters 5 and 6 are coming, then on the test there are some lessons from chapter 4. Wtf? He'd also let the class goof around whenever they wanted, then blame US and say we'll never get into college blahblahblah. And when someone would correct a miscalculation he made, he'd say it's 'disrespectful to correct a professional'. Thank God I'm going to another school. Seriously. /rant
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Post by Melon Collies [Mo] on Jul 18, 2011 8:03:30 GMT -8
I've never had really stupid, mean, or sucky teachers-- and thank goodness, because my school district sucks total ass. But every single PE teacher I've had was kind of a jerk. And PE is my absolute least favorite subject, for obvious reasons. Most of them were all right with me, of course, because I'm a good student and always do the activity even if I don't like it. But even so, a lot of them were unfairly harsh. Like my sixth grade PE teacher made us people who ran the mile in 10+ minutes (I got about 11) RUN IT AGAIN. Of course, since she wasn't there by the time we started again, we all just walked. But still. And last year, when I was getting over the flu and still had a bad cough and a runny nose, we had to run in a line aroudn the gym without passing anyone. I'm not the fastest runner, so even without my cold I still would have had to sprint to keep up with the person in front of me, but I COULDN'T BREATHE now, and I was near close to hyperventilating trying to run again. I thought I was going to pass out once we stopped, since I couldn't catch a proper breath because my nose was clogged. And the teacher didn't even do anything, even though I was quite obviously in pain. :/ So yeah, PE teachers are sadists. Never had any other outrighht horrible teachers otherwise.
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Post by annoyed on Dec 28, 2011 20:04:03 GMT -8
I've had quite a few over the years. I remember in 5th grade I had a substitute Spanish teacher one day, and he couldn't even speak Spanish. He just told us to to activities in our workbook while he sat back at the desk and read some crime novel. As an example of how bad he was, here was an actual conversation in the class:
Teacher: Now open your books to, um, page, uh, 22.
Student: You mean veinte-dos
Teacher: What?
Also my 6th grade music teacher I remember being kind of mean, although I don't recall any specifics.
The worst by far, however, wasn't actually a teacher but a member of the school faculty. Let's just call her Mrs. P. Now you have to understand at this time I had a severe case of Lyme Disease and had missed so much school I was so far behind. I had these awful headaches so I was forced to constantly scream and cry in pain the whole time, so Mrs. P took me out of the class and kept complaining that I was disrupting the other students. Hello? I'm the one in debilitating pain here! Then she took me into this side room and tried to make me do all of these standardized tests, even though I was so sick I could barely think or get my eyes to focus on the page. I kept telling her but she just said that if my mom sent me to school then she considered me to be in good enough health to do work.
I told her that my mom said she only sent me to keep up my attendance and she didn't expect me to be able to do any work in my condition, but Mrs. P called me a liar and kept making me do these tests, then she yelled at me for taking so long, and was making me do them for hours on end while I was screaming in pain every second. Then finally when I was sent home my mom found out what happened and complained, but did Mrs. P apologize? No, she told my mom that she should "control me better" and teach me to "stop whining". My sister also had trouble with this woman. What's worse is that after I graduated, she was promoted to principal.
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Post by ~vola! on Dec 29, 2011 10:28:19 GMT -8
Uuuggh. More tales to contribute:
First semester of college (I'm American), I take this freshman seminar on the art and politics of fairy tales. Sounds interesting, right? Well, it was, but the professor was a massive jackass. He assigned us these little two-page response papers every week, which is fine, I'm not complaining about having had to do work. The problem was that, apparently, the other 13 girls in the class were so shitty at writing that he decided all of us needed to go to the writing center and have a tutor look over our work, for every one of those assignments. That is a waste of everyone's time, particularly mine, because I knew I could write well. I swear, he looked for ways to take points off my papers, delving so low as to nitpick my choice of punctuation. Fucking seriously?
I had him again for a course my third semester, which was another interesting class ruined by a shitty professor. I've talked about it in some other threads here; it was the class on vampirism as related to the concept of self and society. We had six three-page papers to do for that class, which doesn't sound like a lot (especially if you disregard the ten-page midterm and final, and the 20-page research paper). The problem was, we had to read about 200-400 pages of indecipherably philosophical literary criticism as well as the works they referred to (sometimes these were, mercifully, excerpts) and somehow pull an argument out of it. The class met for about 3 hours one night a week, so we had one week to do this between papers, and they had to be turned in the day we were to discuss those sources, so we didn't get the benefit of class discussion to help us in understanding what the flying fuck was being said. The other professor--it was co-taught--actually said that they did it that way on purpose.
My Russian prof this past semester was also pretty bad. I mean, she's a good person, but I felt like I was being set up to fail her class. Third-year Russian conversation and composition, six students in the class. Four of them are native speakers of Russian. I'm not good at coming up with sentences on the fly or very quickly, probably because the way foreign languages are taught in schools is completely retarded. The way I'd been learning Russian up to this point was essentially filtered through English, so I was still (very slowly) translating in my head as opposed to just being able to "switch gears" and think in Russian. Listening to my classmates converse effortlessly is intimidating as hell and I don't think she really understood how uncomfortable the two non-native Russian speakers were all semester. Those four already speak Russian fluently. I'm still learning. I've only been taking classes for two and a half years; you can't expect me to be that fluent yet.
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Post by readerwritergirl on Dec 29, 2011 21:26:46 GMT -8
Found a new professor to dislike: my old intermediate German professor. His handwriting sucks, he makes fun of his students for spacing out/getting an answer wrong, goes on pointless tangents, CONSTANTLY goes on about Christianity, and lies about extra credit on tests (he says he writes key words on the board but on tests, he asks for words he NEVER put up).
[EDIT]: Had to take another class with this guy. While his Christianity rants have gone away, he replaced with with rants about his life, which always end with "why aren't you writing this down?
And another thing of his that really pissed me off: he refuses to use Blackboard because he "knows he can't learn technology."
YOU'RE A COLLEGE PROFESSOR.
LEARN THAT SHIT.
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Post by TheKlaineMobile on Sept 22, 2012 6:51:19 GMT -8
I have a few.. Primary 1 Teacher, Mrs H. She was a complete cow. She would've been an okay teacher if she hadn't been teaching kids so young. Like, in Scotland, we have this thing called "Golden time". Essentially, it's like for the last period on a Friday we just play with toys. But if you misbehave, you get a certain amount of time taken off. One day, when we were just starting to be in school for the full day, we were playing with the toys in the classroom and Mrs H was all "Put everything away. If you continue to play with them, you are getting 10 minutes off your golden time!" I'd finished the jgsaw I was done, so I stood up and was about to put it on the shelf. Unfortunately, one girl had left her chair pulled right out. I didn't notice it, and I tripped over it, and knocked all the pieces out of the jigsaw. I stood up, and quickly put it back together again so that things wouldn't get lost. Mrs H? She screamed at me, and went "Sami, I told you to stop playing! That's ten minutes off your Golden Time!!!"
I ahted her.
Then there was Mrs McM. She wasn't that bad, but god, she annoyed me. She took charge of all the choir things, and she'd get right in everyone's faces during the ACTUAL SHOWS. Also, she banned Beyblades from the school because apparently "they were dangerous and could be used as weapons."
Mrs N was the head teacher of that school. She once stopped one of the Primary 7 classes from going to Kilbowie (It's like an outdoor activity thing and almost every single school in my county goes to it, and it's something that everyone looks forward to). Why did cancel that P7 class from going? Because TWO boys didn't want to monitor the younger classes one day. I shit you not.
Speaking of P7, my P7 teacher was a demon. She was lovely in P6 when we had her but she snapped the next year. She'd scream at us for the littlest things. One day? She screamed at me because I pushed my hair away from my face and was like "STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR HAIR AND WORK!" Now... My hair was like Hermione when I was younger. It was long, bushy, and the most annoying thing in the world. My fringe a side fringe and was longer than my face, so it got in the way a lot. It happened more often in P6 because it was longer (but I straightened it quite a lot then, so it was neater). And she also screamed at me and my friend Scott (he sat directly behind me), because Scott was asking me about what we were doing for homework, because he wasn't in the class, and no one at his desk was telling him because none of them liked him. Also, bitch accused me of cheating because we had tests on a Friday, and I was giving my jotter to the girl across from me once we'd finished and she was like "ARE YOU GIVING STEPHENIE YOUR ANSWERS?" and I was like "No, Miss. I've finished, so I was giving her my jotter." She then went on a rant on how we were only allowed to switch once SHE said so, and that I better not do it again.
I really didn't like her. But she was a great teacher and lovely when she was in a good mood, in her defense.. Probably just a short fuse or something...that or she hated me and Scott. (Probably thought we were going out like everyone else and was like HOW DARE THEY THEY ARE ONLY 11 when we were just friends at that point - we werent' that close and it's like... no why would you even think we're dating?)
I dind't really have any bad teachers after, but then dear fuck there was Mr M. my art teacher. I fucking hate him. I was forced to do art last year. Like, I had to drop almost every subject apart from Hairdressing, Drama (because I said "that's what i want to do in the future), and English. I nearly had to drop Modern Studies, but I had to fight to keep that but even then I got one period of it, and I lost science, and only got TWO periods of Maths.
For art.
I hated the subject, so naturally, I wasn't motivated. And he hated me for that.
There was one day, when the rest of the class was working on posters for the school, and I was stuck working on history of art, he went to Jade, the girl who sat next to me and hte conversation went like this:
Mr M: Jade, that would look better if the background had colour on it. Jade: - Looks at her poster for a few moments before shaking her head- Sir, I don't think it would. I like it with no colour. Mr M: -takes picture off Jade without asking and walks over to his laptop and scanner- Jade: -clearly pissed off- Sir! What are you doing?! Mr M: -scans picture into photoshop, edits a coloured back ground into it, and after printing it off, gives it to Jade- See? It looks a lot better. Jade: Actually, sir? It looks terrible, I don't like it. I want my poster back. Mr M: No Jade, that looks fine. Jade: No it doesn't! Just give me my poster back, sir! Mr M: No, Jade. It looks a lot better with the colour. It's supposed to stand out. Jade: -rolls her eyes and turns to me- Sami, what do you think? Me: -looks at both for a few seconds, before looking at Mr M.- Jade's looks better, the other looks too messy, and to be honest, the colours clash. Mr M: Sami, be quiet. No one told you to get involved. Jade: -getting to the stage when she was getting really pissed off- What the hell sir! I was just asking her opinion! You're only doing this because she agrees with me! Mr M: Jade, this behaviour is unnacceptable, I'm going to the head master. Jade: -rest her hand on the shelf behind her, rolls her eyes again- Oh, for god's sake! Mr M: I'll also be telling the headmaster that you flipped me off. Jade: When did I that sir? Mr M: Just there. I saw you. Jade: What!? Sir, no I didn't! Mr M: Yes you did, Jade. I saw you. Jade: Oh for -- - looks at me again- Sami, did I or did I not flip him off. Me: No. It was just how your hand looked on the shelf. Mr M: Please, Sami, you didn't even see anything. You were too busy working on your history of art. Me: What? I wasn't even working on it! And I saw Jade's hand. She wasn't flipping you off! Mr M: Sami, I told you to stop getting involved!
When he got the headmaster she basically just told Jade to calm down, and didn't believe him when he said that I was getting mouthy as well. Also, when Jade asked another kid what he thoguht was better, and he said Jade's? He said nothing to him. I think Mr. M just hated me and Jade.
Also, there was one month when I was probably not mentally fit to go to school that I spent almost every day crying and the slightest thing set me off (i'd rather not talk about it publically) but my dad forced me because he was obsessed with me having 100% attendance, and every other teacher was sympathetic towards me he was nice for about.. a week, before he started his douchery again, and didn't even care that I'd be sobbing, and got on my case for only doing a tiny bit of work each day.
He never helped me with the problems I had with describing pictures, and would sit there smirking and belittling me if I couldn't see a collour in a picutre GOD. I fucking hate him.
Mrs R. PE teacher, need I say more? I forgot my PE kit twice so far. She said that if I forgot it one more time? I'd be getting a punishment exercise if I did it agian (no fucking clue what that is. Never got one in my life), even though there were girls who never brought theirs in without a good excuse who had nothing said to them. She also did the same to a girl in my music class, Lauren, because she didn't think she'd have to bring in her PE kit on a non-uniform day, and Lauren's clothes were PE appropriate. Also she kicked Lauren out of PE because one boy was giving Lauren crap and Lauren snapped and swore at him.
Also, my little cousin just started the school has Mrs R. My cousin missed a few PE classes. One day, she was at our aunt's wedding, and the other she was off for a whole week due to being sick. She had choir practice this Wednesday for a show that was on that night for a pupil that died last year, and it was being arranged in a week. When my cousin was telling her that she had choir practice, Mrs R was like "But Helena, you've missed PE a lot already." My cousin was really calm about it and said "I'm sorry Miss, but I had a wedding on the Thursday, and I was off all week last week. But I was here two Wednesdays ago, and I'll be here tomorrow." Mrs R finally let her go, but before she left, she was like "Oh yes, and Helena? You aren't allowed to miss PE again. This includes choir practice."
This annoys me in so many ways.. but what's worse is this was for a pupil that died. He was only 16/17. And also? My school is well known for having a very good music department and choir. So the headteacher usually lets more exceptions for getting out of class for choir members. Also, she was speaking like this to a 12 year old. Who just started school.
God... teachers annoy me.
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Post by writer wannabe on Sept 22, 2012 13:12:35 GMT -8
I've been lucky enough to just get a few incompetent teachers and one assholeish teacher that just did the easy things when disciplining the class. The first incompetent teacher was a 1st year teacher going into teaching Spanish. The guy, bless his little heart, had no clue about how to manage a class, especially with the rowdy idiots he ended up with. Seriously, one of the stupid jocks threw a desk across the room during his class. I learned nothing from him because of his poor management skills and eventually he just . . . gave up. That's really something teachers should NEVER do. Students will sense that and take control of the class in a heartbeat (as what happened). Fortunately for everyone, he left for a different job and got replaced by a more experienced teacher.
The other incompetent teacher I had was for Creative Writing in college. He read by the book and rarely showed us examples of what he's talking about, making every single lecture a monotonous blur. Also, he didn't adjust to the skill levels his students had (not like he had that big of a class so there's room for more student-teacher interaction). For example, I was a lot more experienced in writing than the majority of the class and I asked him before class for some critiques. All he told me was that it was wonderful without any reasons WHY he thought that my piece was good. He never provided me with any challenges or helped me learn or grow despite the fact that I was PAYING FOR THIS CLASS. It didn't help that I wasn't the only student in there who wasn't challenged in the least.
Another teacher that got on my nerves was an economics teacher from high school. See, I had the grand luck of being stuck with all the stupid jocks instead of the jocks that cared about their grades and behavior records. I was one of the few girls in that class and I was often openly mocked and all the teacher did to discourage them was give them a lazy one-liner about how they're picking on a girl that's half their sizes. That's it. He just flat out didn't care that these guys were causing a ruckus in his class. He didn't even call them out when one group made a presentation over trying to get a loan so they could build a whorehouse with BDSM and dance-club-filled-with-drug slants, and I'm not even kidding about that. He didn't even tell them that sort of thing is kinda illegal in our county (especially since the building they wanted to put the "establishment" in was within 5 miles of a school district). *sigh* I certainly felt a little vulnerable in that class. I probably got off light on harassment since both of my parents worked as teachers in the same high school I went to and were clearly favorites of the student body and respected among the staff.
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Post by EquinoxSolstice92 on Oct 26, 2013 16:35:45 GMT -8
Okay I know that this thread is old but I felt the need to necro it because of a horrible experience I had last year.
Let's begin...
I went to a private school called PCC that's run by Filipinos (I'm Filipino myself). I wrote a review about the school on the internet because of how awful the scheduling is. Our schedule is unorganized, teachers verbally abuse the students, make fun of them in front of others, and tends to be nice to other students.
Anyways, me along with some of my classmates told the owner of the school (who is also the teacher) about the problem but he didn't listen.
So when the owner of the school found out about the review that I posted online (I deleted it now) he flipped out. He lashed out at the class and gave us -10 points. It went on for 3 days until I finally admitted that I was the one that posted it.
My classmates were pissed. After that, the owner of the school gave me a probation and told me that he wants to dismiss me.
He was all like "You want organized?"
He's so immature. Even my classmates agree and that they think that he's taking things out of hand. Ever since that incident, he treated me badly and that he just hates me.
It's funny how a man who is around 50+ year old is acting like a child and has an emotional immaturity of a toddler.
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